A/N: Man! I am on a roll here aren't I? Thank you guys for all the great reviews. I would personally reply to them but there are just too many! Keep it coming!

Warning that there is a bit of cursing in this chapter. Not much though.

And sorry for not including much fluff these past chapters. The plot has to go on!

Chapter 25 – Recruit

Hermione, Ginny, and Quincy were dragged by Death Eaters once arrived at the cemetery.

"Get your dirty hands off of me!" Ginny yelled and those just made the Death Eaters shove and drag her even more.

The three were chained to a metal pole that had deep carved markings on it. Their hands and arms were above them and their feet were tied, hanging the three in midair.

They saw a red-haired boy coming through and saw that it was Ron.

"Ronald! You were captured too?" Hermione said.

"Don't know how," he muttered miserably. He turned to face Ginny and asked, "You alright Gin?"

"Fine, thank you," she answered.

"For the moment," Quincy said darkly.

"They've gotta hold of Harry too," Ron said sadly.

The Death Eaters then added Ron onto the thick pole. "Hey! Watch the hair!" Ron shouted. They grunted and left the four of them alone.

"So this was what Trelawney was warning us about!" Hermione exclaimed.

"And it was Amy who betrayed us," Quincy said darkly.

"So that's her name eh?" Ginny piped up. "I'll show her a thing or two after I get out of here," She twisted and turned with her might but the chains didn't budge. "Damn thing," she cursed.

"I can't reach my wand either," Hermione replied.

"We've got to keep trying!" Quincy said, struggling.

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Harry struggled in the Death Eaters arms. "Get you're fucking hands off of me you filth!"

"That's not very polite is it?" a voice said from behind him.

It was Lucius Malfoy, smiling behind him.

"Shut up!" Harry cried out.

"Tisk tisk Potter, you should know better," he replied.

Just then Draco had dropped onto the floor. "About time," Lucius said. "Where have you been?"

Draco dusted off his sleeves and said, "A place that was far from here," he replied irritably.

"Are you ready for your mark?"

"What?" he said. "No…I'm not going to get any mark on me father,"

"Stop fooling!" he yelled.

"Why did you bring them all here without telling me?"

"I didn't say that I didn't want you to be a part of this," Lucius ruffed. "It was under the Dark Lord's orders,"

"Where are they kept?"

"They're suffering, you need not worry about that," he replied, smirking the famous Malfoy smirk.

Draco tried to hold back tears when he truly realized that he had fell in love with Hermione Granger. He had cared about her and that it was a mistake to hold it back. He needed her.

Pain seized him and he had fallen into unconsciousness almost immediately.

Lucius stopped smirking and replied angrily, "What's wrong with you Draco! Get up!"

He didn't stir.

"What's happened!" he cried out. He grabbed Harry arm and said, "What did you do to him boy?"

"I didn't do anything to him!" Harry cried out.

"I'm going to get the Dark Lord. Chain Potter up in a separate area," he ordered.

As they dragged him away he yelled in rage, "I'll kill you!"

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'I've got it!" Quincy yelled.

"What is it?" Ron said.

"Okay…since our feet are hung loose we could swing ourselves out!"

"Won't that hurt our hands?" Hermione asked.

"Suits me as long as we save Harry and get to Dumbledore as soon as possible,"

Ginny replied and she started swinging up and down.

The rest had followed, gritting their teeth in pain.

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"My lord!" Lucius said.

"What!" Voldemort snapped his eyes open. "This had better be good,"

"Draco…he has collapsed."

"And…?"

"Well…what is going on?"

"What was he doing?"

"Besides being angry?"

"Put him onto the stone table where he will not agitate anybody." He said casually.

"I'm sure if he was awake he would make the excellent apprentice,"

"I don't need an apprentice Lucius." He hissed. "If I did, it wouldn't be your son,"

"Very well my lord," he said, bowing low in disappointment.

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Quincy rubbed her wrists. "That took a long time,"

"Come on! Let's find Harry!" Ginny cried.

Hermione walked down and saw a limp figure on a table in the distance.

"Ginny!" she called out in a whisper; "Do you think it's Harry?" Ginny ran off in a sprint, leaving the others behind.

"No!" Ginny cried out when she reached the table. "No!"

"What is it?" Ron asked.

"It's…Draco Malfoy,"

"Draco?" Hermione whispered to herself.

The others ran to catch up and Quincy said, "What have they done to him?"

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Amy bent down, her arms on her knees and rapped on the door, knuckles clinking on the knob as she cried out, "Headmaster! Headmaster!"

"What is it Miss. Kiebler?" Dumbledore said impatiently.

Amy breathed and started telling the story. After she was done, her eyes were puffed and she sobbed out, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen sir!"

"Yes, yes, as you said it was under the Imperious Curse," Dumbledore said, speaking to himself. "Call the other teachers and professors. We must get down there as soon as possible, for there are lives at danger,"

"I'm so sorry Headmaster, I never meant for anything to happen like this" Amy sobbed and rushed out the room.

Dumbledore wandered about and held his wand onto the side of his head.

"This shall be put in the Pensieve," he murmured and let the memory slip into the bowl.

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"We have to Apparate out of this dreaded place," Hermione said. She took Draco's arm and slung it over her shoulder.

"Hermione! We have to rescue Harry!" Ginny cried.

"We can't just leave him! He might be hurt,"

"I'll come with you," Quincy said to Hermione. "I'm better at Apparating than any of you,"

"I'm sure Dumbledore will be here soon," Ron replied, "We can't defeat Vol-demort by ourselves,"

"Wait here and we'll get them," Hermione instructed.

Quincy grabbed Hermione's arm. "How on tight now. It's going to be hard transporting three people at once," and the three figures disappeared.

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Quincy landed on top of Hermione. "Quickly, I couldn't get into Hogwarts grounds but we're pretty close,"

Hermione slapped Draco and sighed, "It was worth a shot,"

They walked on until it was near morning. "I'm exhausted," Quincy said. "Time to hit the–" and she collapsed onto the dirt.

Hermione gasped and kicked Quincy in the rear. "Wake up!"

"Oy! Ron, what did I tell you about doing that?" she murmured in her sleep.

Hermione gave a distorted look. "I'm not Ron Quinn, now get up!"

"Alright, alright already," she said.

"This is not really the best time to be whining,"

They knocked on the door with the handle and Argus Filch, the caretaker.

"You'll get detention for that!" he screamed as they passed by him.

"The man's a prune ain't he?" Quincy mentioned.

They rushed onward and caught Amy running around.

"You're alive!" she screamed out in joy, hugging them close. "I am so sorry for doing that. I never meant for it to happen," she saw their faces and asked, "Where are the others?"

"They're still back there," Quincy said casually, "You know…the place where you sent them to,"

"We don't have time to argue." Hermione said. "Have you told Dumbledore yet?"

"Yes…we're recruiting people right now,"

"Good…let's go help," Hermione said. She looked back to see that Quincy was lain on the floor sleeping.

"We'd better take her to Madame Pomfrey and Miss. Folman to get some rest," Amy suggested.

"We have to take care of Draco too," Hermione gestured toward the figure lying next to Quincy.

"Oh! I didn't see him!" Amy said. "You carry him and I carry … Quincy," she said.

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"My dear, the girl's been overworked too hard," Samantha stated at the Hospital Wing.

"I'm afraid that Mr. Malfoy has gotten himself into some trouble," Madam Pomfrey called out from the back.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked.

"He didn't tell you about the potion did he?" Samantha says.

"No…what potion?"

"It was a potion to block out strong emotions."

"What emotion is he feeling now?" Hermione asked.

"Must be something strong like anger," Madam Pomfrey said.

"Or maybe it's love," Samantha replied.

A/N: Okay! New chapter is out. Hooray! I know I am slow but please be kind and review. Your kindness is appreciated.